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Song.
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A WREATH of fair flowers we will garland for thee . Our lovely , our artless young Queen , From Flora ' s choice treasures selected ; ancl she Herself shall preside o ' er the scene ; The bright crown imperial shall have the first place , A fit gem for its royal possessor ; And pure ancl unsullied , long , long may it grace The brow of our Queen—Heaven bless her .
The red and white roses have long been combined . Ancl still they united shall be ; And whilst with the shamrock and thistle entwined , Shall blossom more brightly for thee : Should foll y or faction her throne e ' er assail , There are brave hands and hearts to redress her ; And honour , and loyalty , still shall prevail , To shield
our young Queen—Heaven bless her ! This beautiful bud from the ancestral tree , This scion from Brunswick ' s old line , The pride of our wave-girdled island shall be , Still nurtured by virtue divine : Tlie ocean Godtoofrom his coralbound
, , - caves , Declares that no foes shall oppress her ; Her ships and her sailors shall still rule the waves And protect our young Queen—Heaven bless her ! Soho , Sth May , 1838 , ' T . ? f £ & , «
Song,
SONG ,
BY ROBERT GILFILLAN , BARD TO THE GRAND LODGE OF SCOTLAND , Tune— " Somebody . " The summer comes , but not in joy , hae wi
As I seen ' somebody ; The sunny hours gang cheerless by , l hey dinna bring me somebody . Oh ! hon for somebod y , Oh ! hey for somebody , He s ower the sea that ' s dear to me , Oh ! send me hame my somebody !
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Song.
SONG .
A WREATH of fair flowers we will garland for thee . Our lovely , our artless young Queen , From Flora ' s choice treasures selected ; ancl she Herself shall preside o ' er the scene ; The bright crown imperial shall have the first place , A fit gem for its royal possessor ; And pure ancl unsullied , long , long may it grace The brow of our Queen—Heaven bless her .
The red and white roses have long been combined . Ancl still they united shall be ; And whilst with the shamrock and thistle entwined , Shall blossom more brightly for thee : Should foll y or faction her throne e ' er assail , There are brave hands and hearts to redress her ; And honour , and loyalty , still shall prevail , To shield
our young Queen—Heaven bless her ! This beautiful bud from the ancestral tree , This scion from Brunswick ' s old line , The pride of our wave-girdled island shall be , Still nurtured by virtue divine : Tlie ocean Godtoofrom his coralbound
, , - caves , Declares that no foes shall oppress her ; Her ships and her sailors shall still rule the waves And protect our young Queen—Heaven bless her ! Soho , Sth May , 1838 , ' T . ? f £ & , «
Song,
SONG ,
BY ROBERT GILFILLAN , BARD TO THE GRAND LODGE OF SCOTLAND , Tune— " Somebody . " The summer comes , but not in joy , hae wi
As I seen ' somebody ; The sunny hours gang cheerless by , l hey dinna bring me somebody . Oh ! hon for somebod y , Oh ! hey for somebody , He s ower the sea that ' s dear to me , Oh ! send me hame my somebody !